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Gwenda went up to the door and knocked. "Essy, are you in bed?" A pause. "Yes, miss." "What is it? Are you ill?" No answer. "Is there anything wrong?" A longer pause. "I've got th' faace-ache." "Oh, poor thing! Can I do anything for you?" "Naw, Miss Gwenda, thank yo." "Well, call me if I can." But somehow she knew that Essy wouldn't call. She went on, passing her father's door at the stair head.
Then Essy came and took the baby from her. "'E's too 'eavy fer yo', Miss," she said. She laughed as she took him; she gazed at him with pride and affection unabashed. His one fault, for Essy, was that, though he had got Greatorex's eyes, he had not got Greatorex's hair. Mary and Rowcliffe went back together. "You're coming in to tea, aren't you?" she said. "Rather."
Steven she says I took Essy's lover from her." "I didn't, Ally. She doesn't know what she's saying." "You did say it. She did, Steven. She said I ought to thank Essy for not splitting on me when I took her lover from her. As if she could talk when she took Steven from Gwenda." "Oh Steven!" Rowcliffe shook his head at Mary, frowning, as a sign to her not to mind what Alice said.
"Thank yo'," he said stiffly and came in. "I caan't get oop wi' t' baaby. But there's a chair soomwhere." He found it and sat down. "Are yo' woondering why I've coom, Essy?" "Naw, Jim. I wasn't woondering about yo' at all." Her voice was sweet and placable. She followed the direction of his eyes. "'E's better. Ef thot's what yo've coom for." "It isn' what I've coom for.
"'Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? "She said, 'No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, 'Neither do I condemn thee." Mr. Cartaret lowered his voice and his eyes as he read, for he felt Gwendolen's eyes upon him. But he recovered himself on the final charge. "'Go'" now he came to think of it, that was what he had said to Essy "'and sin no more."
"I tell you that she's lying if she says she's seen me with him. She's never seen me." "It wasn't Essy who saw you," Mary said. "Somebody else is lying then. Who was it?" "If you must know who saw you," the Vicar said, "it was Dr. Harker. You were seen a month ago hanging about Upthorne alone with that fellow." "Only once," Ally murmured. "You own to 'once'? You you " he stifled with his fury.
And then something bigger than his heart, bigger than his voice, something immense and brutal and defiant, asserted itself and said that Come to that Essy didn't matter. She had put herself in his way. And Maggie had been before and after her. And Maggie didn't matter either.
Some day when you have four hours to spare, I'll read it to you. I think you'll enjoy it. It will fill all your collumes full, and create comment. Does this proposition strike you? Is it a go?" In case I had read the Essy to the Social Sciencers, I had intended it should be the closin attraction. I had intended it should finish the proceedins. I think it would have finished them.
But he did not know that he visited his wife's shortcomings on their heads, any more than he knew that he hated Essy and her sin because he himself was an enforced, reluctant celibate. The next day at dusk, Essy Gale slipped out to her mother's cottage down by the beck. Mrs.
She didn't know, Essy didn't, what had come over her; for whatever noise Miss Alice made, she hadn't taken any notice, not at first. It was in the last three weeks that the Polonaise had found her out and had begun to go through and through her, till it was more than she could bear. But Essy, crying into her apron, wouldn't have lifted a finger to stop Miss Alice.
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